Farid sat next to the lake alone. Orpheus was at the small camp in a clearing in the forest. He sighed as he titled his head up to look up at the stars.
Flashback
"Look Farid, those stars look like a swan," Dustfinger was showing Farid how to tell different shapes in the stars… aka consolations.
"I don't see it," Farid was having a hard time seeing a swan, "It looks more like a tree."
Dustfinger looked hard at the stars, "I think your right… they do look more like a tree."
End Flashback
Farid sadly laughed to himself; those moments seemed so far away now. He laid on his back in the dewy grass and continued to stare at the sky; wishing that he had seen the knife coming… then Dustfinger would still be here.
He shook his head to get the thoughts out; if he kept thinking like this he would become depressed. He sat back up again as Gwin came out of the bushes with Jinks right behind. Gwin had a mouse in his mouth and Jinks wanted it as well.
"Hey you two, cut it out! You're going to wake up Orpheus!" Farid hated Orpheus; having him awake was like Basta standing in front of you with a knife at your throat. He sighed for the second time that night; getting up he walked back to the camp that he wanted to light on fire.
Finding that Orpheus was asleep and snoring he went over to the dying fire. Coaxing it back to life using the fire language that Dustfinger had taught him, Farid began to let it crawl up his arms. The fire talked to Farid almost regularly now that Dustfinger was not here.
Letting his eyes fall shut he fell asleep against the trunk of an oak tree. The stars twinkling over their heads and a small group of people dressed in black watching them as the fire died down and the sun came up.
(Did you think this was the end of the chapter?)
Farid woke up in a dark damp cell; his right ankle was attached to the wall with a shackle. Orpheus was in a similar position on the opposite side of the room. There was another person shrouded in darkness close to the other wall. No doubt that they were in the same position that he and Orpheus was in now.
He looked around the cell; there was a door to his left and a window to his right. The door was made of thick wood and had a small window near the top. Orpheus stirred and looked around like Farid had done a few minutes ago. An ear-piercing scream soon followed, "Where the heck are we?!"
Farid shook his head and replied, "I don't know, but there is another person in here so you should keep it down. I think they are asleep."
"Screw them; I want out of here now!" Orpheus did not notice that the shadowed figure was stirring but Farid did and was staring at the lump.
"It is rude to stare Farid." The voice belonged to someone familiar.
"Who are you?" Farid did not think he knew this person, but yet their voice sounded strangely like… "Dustfinger?"
"Yes," the lu- I mean – Dustfinger relied.
"Wha- How? When?" Farid could not form a sentence as he saw his mentor sit up and somewhat crawl towards where Farid was sitting. Only able to be within five feet of the boy before the chain would not let him go any farther.
"Nice to see you to," Dustfinger smirked, same old Farid.
"You're back from the dead!" Eyes went wide as Dustfinger laughed.
"I was, but they let me go after some smart talking and quick thinking." Dustfinger winked.
"Oh, so that's ho-" Farid was interrupted by Orpheus snorting and being annoying.
"So what am I going to do now? My tour guide is not going to show me anything anymore. What should I do?" Orpheus pretended to cry, being the conniving b that he was.
"Why don't you go home?" Farid suggested ready to be rid of the old man.
"Because you annoying little rat thing," Farid rolled his eyes at the old remark as Orpheus continued to talk, "I don't feel like it."
"You don't know how, do you?" Farid shot back ignoring the shocked looked he got from Dustfinger at the argument.
"I do, I just don't feel like it." Orpheus looked away signaling that he was over with this conversation.
Farid was dozing off about an hour later; he had moved closer to Dustfinger and was ready to fall asleep in a ball next to him. Eyes falling shut he was almost asleep when the door was flung wide open revealing… Basta.
"Everyone awake? Good. Get up and follow me." Basta signaled behind him as two strong men came in and roughly pushed Farid and Orpheus to their feet, leaving Dustfinger behind.
Dustfinger look horrified that he and Farid was being separated again. Basta smiled when he saw Dustfinger's face, "Hand me the boy," he motioned to the man that held Farid by both his back arms.
Basta caught the boy as he was roughly shoved into his general direction; holding the struggling boy by his upper left arm while his other hand brought a knife up to Farid's throat.
"Stop struggling or your head comes off," Basta whispered into Farid's ear as he pressed the knife against the boy's neck. Farid stopped struggling and Dustfinger looked like he was ready to kill Basta where he stood.
"I'll take care of the boy, you," Basta looked at the man who once held Farid, "Grab the other, they are all coming with us." The man nodded and went to get Dustfinger.
Once Dustfinger, Orpheus and Farid were secure the group of captures and captives walked down the dark hall, only some candles lit the way. Opening a door Basta and Farid were the first through to see that they were at the worst place to be… The Castle of the Night.
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